This figure's clothing is extremely ancient, as if he has traveled from thousands of years ago.

He was wearing a snow-white long-sleeved robe with golden auspicious clouds embroidered at the cuffs. He wore a vermilion and white jade belt around his waist, with a piece of simple black jade hung on it. His black hair was tied casually with a silver ribbon, and there was a

A few strands of hair were blown away by the wind, intertwined with the ribbon and flying, looking elegant and dusty.

This figure had a flawlessly handsome face, but his eyes were tightly closed.

Could this man be blind? Everyone present thought so.

However, the next moment, this figure opened his eyes, revealing a pair of...

Golden Eyes.

When you close your eyes, you are like a white-faced calligrapher, as gentle as jade, delicate and elegant.

After opening his eyes, he looked like a human emperor, wearing a yellow robe and looking down at the world.

The golden pupils reflected an extremely cold light without a trace of emotion. Everyone present trembled in their hearts after seeing these eyes.

Feeling the invisible pressure hanging over him, Chu Qing's expression became extremely solemn. This figure gave him a more terrifying feeling than when he first saw Luo Tian.

Chu Qing subconsciously stood in front of Lin Shiyou.

This figure lowered his head and looked down at Murong Xuan, as if he were looking down at a humble insect.

"Big...big...people...right...right...no...get up."

Murong Xuan was as angry as a gossamer, and his withered face was dripping with cold sweat. Every word he spoke was a huge burden for him. However, there was no trace of pain in his eyes. They were just like pilgrims seeing the Holy Spirit.

The piety and fanaticism of time.

To him, those golden pupils were his faith.

The figure said expressionlessly: "You did a good job." The voice was indifferent, without any warmth.

However, after hearing this sentence, Murong Xuan felt as if his heart was hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and his whole body was shaken.

The next moment, a relieved and relaxed smile slowly appeared on his pale face.

Many years ago, he was still a little boy.

At that time, he felt that his tears had dried up and he could no longer cry.

But at this moment, after hearing these five cold words, he felt that his eyes were a little moist, and something seemed to surge out of them, running wetly across his cheeks, leaving a line on the wrinkled skin.

zigzag line.

"what."

"So...can I still shed tears?"

"hateful."

"In the end, I still haven't grown up..."

Shudderingly closing his eyes, Murong Xuan murmured in his heart.

...

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Wei Changhong stared at this figure, his eyes full of vigilance. For the other party to appear without him being aware of it, his strength must be unfathomable.

He made a vague gesture with his right hand behind him, and the three principals on the side immediately understood it. Each of them took a few steps seemingly casually, but they happened to be surrounded by this figure in four directions.

The figure was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Murong Xuan, I want to take him away."

"I'm sorry." Gao Jiangming shook his head and said seriously: "It is impossible for us to agree to this request."

"This is not a request, this is an order." The figure turned to look at Gao Jiangming and said indifferently.

Then, he raised his finger and tapped Murong Xuan lightly, and the latter disappeared without warning in front of everyone present.

"How can it be!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Changhong's expression suddenly changed, and a look of uncertainty flashed across his eyes. He didn't understand how Murong Xuan disappeared under his eyes, because he didn't feel any fluctuation in the space at all.

"What did you do!" Gao Jiangming's pupils shrank and he shouted, "Hand over Murong Xuan!"

The figure did not respond to these words, but swayed and flew high into the sky.

The next moment, a space crack appeared out of thin air, and Wei Changhong jumped out of it and blocked the figure.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Wei Changhong looked cold and stern, stretched out his right hand and reached into the crack in space, and took out a long spear. The long spear was completely black, with a halo constantly shining on the surface. A lifelike red dragon was engraved on the body of the spear, which looked very domineering.

"Blood Dragon Black Spear?" Seeing the spear, an almost invisible emotion finally appeared in the figure's cold eyes, "Are you from the Wei family?"

Wei Changhong nodded proudly, "The Great Wei Family, Wei Changhong!"

At this moment, three long rainbows suddenly appeared in the forest below the two of them, turning into three figures, standing in the sky.

These three figures are none other than Gao Jiangming, Liu Bai and Fang Yan.

"In front of our four principals, you can come and leave whenever you want?" Liu Bai snorted coldly and mocked slightly: "You are thinking too beautifully!"

"Be careful." Gao Jiangming glanced at him and warned, "This guy is not simple. You must not be careless."

"Everyone go all out." Lu Yan took off his glasses and said solemnly.

However, this figure seemed not to see the three of them. His eyes still fell on Wei Changhong and said, "I have a question."

Wei Changhong narrowed his eyes slightly, "What's the problem?"

The figure said: "That [Lin Yuan] is really in the hands of your Wei family now?"

"That's right." Wei Changhong raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that [Linyuan] has recognized his master."

"Have you recognized your master?" The figure murmured in a low voice: "I finally waited for this day..."
Chapter completed!